Carnivale

It is Sunday,

February 28, 2021.

I feel that

I should mark this banal day

just because,

just because.

Wishing tomorrow would

be the end of it all,

the end of the bullshit.

Your vindictiveness is stale -

it goes around in circles and circles

Am I on some carousel to Hades?

Your contradictions are old -

they defy each other

so it's hard to keep track of

which strand is the truth.

I negate you -

to do that is the worst treatment

that I can allot to a being,

I've been told.

Being with you

is a death sentence

I want a divorce,

a fin,

there has to be an end

to this macabre ferris wheel ride.

I desert you

I leave you

I erased all the breadcrumbs

so there is no path of coming back

You patriarch -

you're NOTHING more;

I regret the trench warfare

my body has seen,

the toll inflicted on

my years,

my youth

because of your deranged

agenda.

I desert you

I leave you

in hopes of a shelter

that is kinder and more gentle

This is NOT you.